by Lesley | Aug 2, 2017 | Beloved, Creativity, Devotion, eternity, Forgiveness, Surrender |
If I could travel back to that moment when I accepted that seductor’s invitation and instead simply say, “No thank you,” saving me a world of hurt… If I could go back to that dinner in Africa and not eat that amoeba that stayed in my belly, stealing my strength...
by Lesley | Jun 12, 2017 | courage, Dogs, Forgiveness, gratitude, Relationships |
The dog you rescued with a scar on her brow wags her tail and looks up at you, dark eyes shining mouth curved in a little smile. But that lonely road where you found her limping stays branded on her heart. In a tough moment, as she huddles in the...
by Lesley | May 3, 2017 | Beloved, courage, Creativity, Forgiveness, karma, Soul, Surrender |
Out of seemingly nowhere it comes a dust devil racing across the desert swirling up an image from a week, a month— ten, twenty, thirty years ago. It’s suddenly alive, a fighting bull breathing fire: the thing your mate or child or mother said or did or didn’t...
by Lesley | Dec 20, 2016 | Beloved, bliss, courage, Creativity, Devotion, eternity, Forgiveness, journey, love, Relationships |
That hurt that stops you like a bear trap, metal teeth cutting to the bone is really but a raindrop on a hot rock. It sizzles and then evaporates. But the mind tells the story of pain and blood, and a cold winter storm until the hurt becomes a bomb dropped on...
by Lesley | Jul 27, 2016 | cloud, consciousness, Creativity, Devotion, Forgiveness, gratitude, journey, love, Soul, Surrender, third eye |
The mountain does not try to be majestic. It simply stands tall, letting the light and seasons play across its contours. The river does not force itself to flow faster or uphill. It simply follows its own frolicking meander to the sea. The sun...
by Lesley | Dec 9, 2015 | Beloved, consciousness, courage, Devotion, Forgiveness, gratitude, karma, Relationships, Surrender |
We stand like that tree with lovers’ hearts, buddys’ brands and lone travelers’ musings, incised long ago now distorted into burnt wounds. Their original meaning is lost in the sap and bark of ages and yet ready in any moment to bleed across our...
